He tries to kiss me again but I turn my face away. He pins my hands to my sides so I cannot do anything to shake him off me. “What?! You only let rich old men f**k you? f*****g gold digger!”, he curses, crushing my jaw in his fist, forcing me to turn to him. I couldn’t breathe for fear had paralyzed me.
“Please Noah. Don’t….”, I begged him but before I could finish my sentence, Noah was suddenly off me. I looked at him, dazed. When Daniel’s feral eyes landed on mine, I gulped hard. Noah hadn’t gotten off me on his own, Daniel had hoisted him off me and was now holding the collars of his shirt in a death grip.
Gritting his teeth, he fumed at him,” You f*****g piece of s**t!”
Daniel threw a punch in Noah’s face, the sickening crack of his jaw made me gasp in my place. Noah was bleeding
